An uphill road he took,
a tiring journey all along.
Spraining spine at every nook,
while merrily he sang a song.
Thus the lad upon his way,
knew goal was close to him.
He can rest, as he may,
but his heart did not seem.
The sun burning on his face,
and his soul was warmed up.
He reached his goal with grace,
and victory filled his life's cup.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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